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staceymcgillicuddy · 9 months

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Prompt #9 please!

Oh, Nonnie, this is my last prompt in the inbox and it got me all in my emotions as well! Love an established relationship feelings-fest! (Prompt is "Listen to me.")

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“Chrissy?”

Eddie taps on the door of their overpriced hotel room and waits. He has a key, but he wants to respect her need to take a moment. After all, it isn’t every day that your wife flees her little brother’s rehearsal dinner in tears after telling her own sainted mother to “just shut up, okay?”

Not that Laura Cunningham’s much of a saint. Still, Eddie’s treading carefully because this is the first significant time they’ve spent with the Cunninghams since the Christmas disaster of ’91, and there’s nothing that can send Chrissy spiraling back into the abyss of her childhood faster than a scathing comment from her mother.

“Hey, Bets,” he says, trying again with a nickname that he only pulls out when the stakes are high. He can’t remember how it started—Christine Elizabeth shortened to Lizzie, Beth, Betty, Bets, maybe—but after eleven years together, eight of them married, and a hundred pet names split between them, what does remembering matter?

Pressing his ear to the door, he waits until he hears a sob before deciding that she’s had warning enough and uses his key.

The room smells like Chrissy’s perfume with an undercurrent of faux-floral toilet scrub. It’s not a place they could ever have afforded alone, which is part of the problem. As parents of the groom (and at said groom’s request), Phillip and Laura are paying for their attendance, which has set Chrissy on a self-destructive path where she has to battle a tornado of tolerance and an earthquake of obligation and yes, sure, Eddie’d suggested they just get a room at the Motel 8 and save themselves the hassle, but she’d wanted to do it for her brother. For Charlie. For his bride-to-be, Addie, who’s actually a cool girl. They’ve been to stay with Chrissy and Eddie in Chicago twice now, and Eddie digs her taste in music more than he’ll ever admit.

(Addie also said she dug Eddie’s band-on-the-side, which is all he needs to love someone forever.)

“Eddie,” comes a plaintive wail from the bed.

Chrissy’s curled on her side with a pillow hugged to her abdomen, still wearing the blue floral dress she’d sported to dinner. It has ridden up her thighs considerably, and Eddie must have grown as a person because he only thinks about that for maybe .02 seconds as he crawls onto the bed behind her and wraps an arm around her waist to pull her against his chest.

“She had it coming,” he says into her artfully coiffed hair, which rests shellacked and sticky against his lips. “Baby. She did.”

“Is Ch-Ch-Addie mad?”

“Nobody’s mad except your mother.” In fact—and he won’t tell her this now—Addie’d been hiding a giggle behind a napkin. Eddie knows for a fact that she feels about Laura much the same as he does. Only, you know, she can’t say that to Chrissy because while Chrissy’s allowed to hate her mother, nobody else can say a word, and God, yeah, families are complicated. Eddie’s grateful that he only has to worry about Wayne, and Wayne never gives them any trouble.

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” she says around another miserable little sniffle.

“Eh.” He shrugs and kisses the spot where her shoulder meets her neck. “She was picking at you, and you snapped. It happens.”

“But I wasn’t going to do it this time! I was… I worked on all those coping m-mechanisms!” That brings a fresh volley of tears. “Sandra’s going to be so disappointed.”

“What, like you’re gonna get a bad grade in therapy?”

“Yes!” She trills the word out on a wail.

Eddie loves her so much, but she’s making a mountain out of a molehill, and while he never minds comforting this particular damsel in distress, he’s also not gonna let her beat herself up when Laura’s the one who threw the first punch.

“Alright, buddy, c’mon.” He pulls away enough to coax her onto her back, where she stares up at him from puffy, red-rimmed eyes and a blotchy complexion. “Hey.”

“Hi,” she says.

There’s snot beneath her nose, so he grabs a Kleenex from the box on the nightstand and holds it to her face. “Blow.”

She blows—honks if he’s honest—and he chucks the tissue onto the table before focusing on her.

“Okay, counselor, facts of the case. Did your mother kick the evening off by telling you your dress was too tight?”

Chrissy frowns. “It is, and—”

“Bzzt!” Eddie digs his fingers into her side, which has the intended effect of shocking her into a squeal. “Irrelevant. Conjecture. Also, bullshit. You look hot. So, true or false, counselor? Did she do that?”

Chrissy nods, mute, pressing her lips into a thin line. But, hey. Not crying, so that’s something.

“And did she, or did she not, tell everyone at the table that they’re paying for us to be here?”

Another nod.

“After which—and correct me if I’m wrong here—she put her hand over your plate so the waiter couldn’t give you any of the lobster risotto.”

Chrissy’s mouth twists into what might be termed a smile, and she shrugs.

“So then I switched plates with you, and she gave me that look she always gives me.”

“What look?”

“The look where I’m a pile of actual dogshit she’s just stepped in.”

“Oh.” Chrissy’s smile widens, and she shrugs. “Right. That look.”

“All of that to say, by the time she gave her little speech about grandchildren and welcoming a daughter into the family… I dunno, Bets, it felt like justifiable homicide to me.”

“But I did it in front of everyone…”

“Yeah, well, so did she.”

“But—“

“No buts. Listen to me. Your mother’s never going to change, but you change every day. That’s why you’ve got me, and Sandra, and all our friends who actually like you instead of the stupid little dress-up doll your mother spent eighteen years trying to turn you into.”

This is not the first time they’ve had this conversation. Chrissy already knows how he feels. However, if the message takes a million times to sink in, Eddie’s willing to keep talking.

Chrissy blinks, sniffs, and rubs her eyes. “Okay,” she says because she’s not so good at acknowledging the truth of the matter. “I should call Charlie’s room. Apologize to him and Addie and—”

“Or,” Eddie says, cutting her off before she can work herself into another lather. “We could call up room service and charge two fucking massive slices of chocolate cake to your parents.”

“Eddie…”

“Best part is, they’re both for you.”

"Eddie."

"I'll have a bite. And you can call your brother, too."

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All the prompts I've answered!

#bsc diaries #Anonymous #prompt meme #hellcheer #fanfic #hellcheer fanfic

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sylviebell · 1 year

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Happy 100, babe!!!!! How about Bradley and "I haven't laughed like this in a long time." 💕

Emily! Thank you so much!! 💛🖤 I hope I did Bradley justice and I really hope you like it!

“Would you just go ask her out already?” Nat asks, not bothering to look up from her surveillance of the pool table.

Bradley whips his head around from the bar. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please,” she rolls her eyes, “You haven’t been able to stop staring since she started working here a month ago.” She leans over the table to line up her shot before she adds, “She’s been staring at you too.”

Bradley’s eyes flick back to you at the bar briefly before he replies, “I’m not looking for any dates.”

“Rooster, it’s been almost three months since Sandra dumped you – “

“She didn’t dump me.”

“ – she dumped you.” Nat asserts after sinking her shot, turning towards him. “And that sucks. But it’s time to get back on the horse.”

“Gross,” Bradley frowns, “please never say that again.”

Nat smirks at him as she hands him her empty beer bottle. “Get us another round, will ya’?”

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You’re setting a bottle back on the shelf when you hear a soft, “Hey,” behind you. You turn to see Bradley leaning against the bar, an easy smile lighting his features and a rosy tint to his cheeks.

“Hey,” you smile back, closing the short distance and matching his lean across from him.

“I was sent for another round,” he says. His eyes indiscreetly give you a once over and your stomach flutters.

You smile at him. “Sure thing.”

“How’s your night going?”

“Good,” You answer, setting the fresh bottles on the bar in front of him. “We had a busy lunch rush today, raked in a lot of nice tips.” You grin.

“I’ll bet,” he says, giving you another once over. You raise your eyes at him as your cheeks heat up. “You look good.”

“In my Hard Deck t-shirt?” you grin.

He shrugs. “Jimmy just doesn’t wear the crop top as well.”

“If you think I look good now, you should see me on a night out,” you respond playfully, leaning forward on your elbows and squeezing your arms just a little bit together.

Bradley’s eyes travel right to where you want them, his lips parting lightly. Before his gawking has the chance to become inappropriate though, Nat comes up behind him and rests her arm on his shoulder. “Did he ask you out yet, or is he still pussy-footing?”

“He’s still pussy-footing,” you answer, still grinning at Bradley.

“Come on, Rooster,” she says, slapping him on the shoulder and grabbing the bottles off the bar, “quit being a chicken.”

“Ignore her,” Bradley sighs as Nat heads back to the pool table, “she’s been ejected too many times.”

“So, why haven’t you?” you raise your brow at him. His eyes shoot up and he opens his mouth to respond, but someone from the other side of the bar calls for you. “I guess I should probably actually do my job,” you sigh, “but I’m done at six, if you’re ready to stop pussy-footing then,” you finish, leaving Bradley slack-jawed at the bar.

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When you come out of the back at the end of your shift after grabbing your things, Bradley is already there waiting for you. He’s leaning with his shoulder against the wall, hands in his pockets. Your eyes rake up his body and your stomach rolls as they pass his hips in his snug jeans and the lines of his abs behind his skin-tight wife beater. When you finally make it to his pretty face his lips are pulled into a smirk and you feel your skin heat up at being caught.

Clearing your throat, you ask, “Finally done pussy footing?”

Bradley just grabs your hand, “Come on,” and drags you out the door.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Instead of heading towards the parking lot, Bradley hangs a right and you start walking down the side walk, your hand still in his. His heavy fingers intertwine with yours, and you really hope he can’t feel the sweat coating your palm as his body heat travels up your arm and your heart beats faster in your chest.

It’s only a couple of blocks before you come to a building with black and white checkered flags adorning the front and tire pillars framing the doors.

“Go karts?” you question as a smile pulls at your lips.

“Unless you’re scared,” he teases, a matching smile on his face.

“I think you’re the one who should be scared,” you say confidently, pulling the door open for him.

When you reach the counter, the clerk informs you that there’re no free slots open, only reservations. You can feel your smile start to slip, and you’re about to ask Bradley what Plan B is when he says, “There should be one under Bradshaw.”

Your fingers squeeze the hand still held in yours as a warm feeling squeezes your chest. “You made a reservation for us?” Bradley just looks at you with a wink in answer.

“Bradley Bradshaw?” the clerk asks for confirmation.

“That’s us,” Bradley confirms, and you can’t hold in your giggle.

“What’s so funny?” he asks.

You cock your head at him. “You’ve never been made fun of for that?”

Bradley shrugs and gives a little shake of his head, “no.”

You furrow your brows. “Really?”

But Bradley can’t keep a straight face, and he cracks a smile before admitting, “Of course I did. Especially in high school. I was tall and gangly with a peach fuzz mustache, with a name like this one I was practically asking for it.”

“Well,” you smile up at him, “you’ve really filled out since then.” You reach your free hand up, tickling your fingers along his upper lip. “The mustache, too.”

“Alright,” he grumbles playfully, swatting your hand away.

The clerk pulls two helmets up from behind the counter, bright blue and yellow, and leads you both out to the track.

As you sit at the starting line, waiting for the light to turn green, you look over at Bradley. He looks kind of ridiculous, his bright blue helmet with the strap snug under his chin, his knees poking up higher than the steering wheel, his tall frame squished into the tiny cart. He turns his head to you with a smile, and even if you can’t see his eyes behind his aviators, the feeling of them on you send the butterflies in your chest into a whirlwind. Out of the corner of your eye you can see the light starting to countdown, and you say to him playfully, “Hope you’re ready to get smoked, Bradshaw,” before taking off with the green.

You’re ahead of him for the first two laps before he gets level with you, playfully edging closer and closer. You’re giggling along with him as the adrenaline flows through you. He starts to overtake you, the back of cart in line with your front wheels, and when the next turn comes he turns faster than you do, clipping the front of your go cart and sending him spinning into the barrier. Straw flies and covers Bradley head to toe, his aviators are crooked on his nose, and one leg sticks straight out over the front of the cart. You have to cover your mouth to contain your laughter, Bradley spitting straw out of his mouth, throwing his arms up at his sides as he smiles at you between his own laughter.

A couple of employees rush over, and once they find out you’re both fine, there’s a lot of yelling about rules and safety and setting examples and then you’re promptly kicked out, probably banned for life.

When you finally make it outside, away from the disapproving eyes of employees and parents, you both lose your composure. You’re clutching your stomach, laughter racking your body as Bradley wipes tears from his eyes.

“What the hell was with that PIT maneuver back there?” he gasps.

“Me?” you cry, “You’re the one who didn’t look before you turned!” You pull yourself upright, ready to defend yourself further, but the setting sunlight shining off of the highlights in Bradley’s hair drags out the little breath you had left in your lungs. He’s smiling down at you, and the light pink of his lips has you bringing your hand up before you can even think about it.

You stop yourself right before you run your fingers along them, and brush them against his mustache instead. “You’ve still got some straw,” you whisper, finally meeting his eyes.

Bradley’s eyes bore into yours before he says softly, “I haven’t laughed like this in a long time.”

“I haven’t either,” you admit.

You feel his grin under your fingers still against his mustache. “Does that mean I’ll get a second date?”

Your lips pull up into a smile of their own. “Technically, you never asked me on a first one.” You move your hand against his cheek, rubbing your thumb along the corner of his lips. Your other hand braces against his chest as you lean up on your tiptoes. “But I’ll let it slide, this time,” you whisper as you connect your lips with his.

#top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #sylvs one hundo

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talltalesandbedtimestories · 3 months

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Pine Sweat - HEAT, BUT WORSE (Ch.4) PodFic Version

Podficced Chapter Four - HEAT, BUT WORSE - of Pine sweat by @applecrumbledore. It's been forever for an update, but I do hope to eventually churn out all of the narrated versions of these chapters. Listen on Spotify or YouTube! Check out the fic in full on AO3 if you still need to read it... amazing! ~ Sandra

#podfic #spn fanfic #wincest #sam x dean #podcast

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 11 months

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i'm so wrong for writing allllllll of BODY BACK & then make the last chapter abt harrison's daddy issues

The last memory Harrison has of his father is blurry, a moment shaken like a snow globe. He could’ve been nine. He could’ve been fifteen. But he’s sitting on the curb of his childhood home—a mid-century bungalow on the corner lot. His nose is bleeding. He’s not sure why. Sun glazes the neighbourhood and he’s there, legs outstretched on the resealed driveway, holding a palm to his upper lip. His dad mows the grass behind him, but it’s been so long that he can’t see his face, or maybe it’s too vague to process as he weaves between the lawn’s birch trees. A neighbour blasts the radio up the road—Mariah, maybe Oasis. His father waves at a passing woman. Her hair is redder than Suz’s, her crow’s feet sharper, like knives. She delivers the neighbourhood’s papers. Sandra? Kristen? She lives three houses up, gives out full-sized Kit-Kats on Halloween. Nice weather, she might say—all he remembers is her smile. Every single tooth visible and narrow like rosary beads. Blood drips into his mouth. He’s not sure where to find tissues. He should get up now. Wash his hands. Run north. Find his mother. His father turns off the mower, leans on the handle. Want to come inside for lemonade? he might ask, fingering his shirt collar, the line from his wedding band long tanned over. Whether the woman says yes or no doesn’t matter. The moment she rounds the sidewalk, she spots Harrison and is so startled she clutches her chest and breathless, asks, “Is that a ghost?”

opening paragraph of ch. 5!

#SON OF HARRY FOR A REASON BABY #tbf to him I don't really explore his relationship with his father ever #SO LET HIM HAVE HIS LONAN CLARK MOMENT #idk why I'm doing this to myself this is going to be so painful!!!!!#i make fun of harrison but i would die for him genuinely my baby I JUST WANT TO TRY AND PROTECT YOU LIKE YOUR SKIN PROTECTS YOUR BLOOD ETC #this is going to be so ouchie :(#bodyback

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juno-box · 7 months

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BTSing my Fic w/Juno: DoTWD Ch.1 & 2

Hey howdy! So I wanted to share a bunch of behind the scenes things with my fanfic, this time around namely deleted scenes, added scenes and scraped content! Let’s begin!

Chapter 2

So, if you don’t know, I have a word doc that lists out potential plot points for every season from 1 to 4. I also keep a folder full of scraped characters, chapters and cut dialogue for some reason! So far this is for every episode with the most being from Episode 2, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.

Originally, Travis was not going to play a part in the story, and his role was split between two new characters that would’ve made an appearance in Chapter 2.

These two characters were called Olly and Debbie (both characters being a homage to a TWDG fanfic I wrote back in 2015 on Wattpad), and were two siblings that snuck into Clem’s house to help their mother, who was bitten. Unfortunately half the doc didn’t save, so I can’t upload a snippet from it, but it initially went the same, but the person sneaking about upstairs would’ve been this 11-year-old girl named Deborah, who shared a personality similar to Sarah from Season 2. She would come down stairs while Clem and Ray were hiding and call out to them. Ray would jump out and aim a spatula at her, freaking Debbie out. Oliver, a 14-year-old boy, would come downstairs and defuse the situation with a flashlight, but Ray would accuse them of being robbers. Olly would spin the accusations back on them and accuse them of being murderers, to the girls’ horror. Clem would defend them both saying that the house they were in was hers, and Olly asks her to prove it. She would then point to the art on the wall near the front door with name on it. Olly apologizes, and Ray asks why he would call them murders. Olly says it’s because there’s blood all over the place, like the kitchen and on their shoes. Ray and Clem would look down and see they tracked blood on the floor and then freak out.

Clem asks them why they broke in, and Debbie explains they were going to the store when they got jumped in the parking lot (by a walker). They got away in their car but their mom crashed a little ways down the street, and was hurt bad so they brought her inside and to the bathroom upstairs.

That’s where I scrapped the plot point. I was going to plan for their mom to replace Sandra as the walker in the house but the roadblock I ran into was that I had no plans for these characters. They weren’t even being treated like props at the bare minimum, they truly had no role or impact in the story. So I scrapped them.

The second version of Chapter 2 didn’t involve a stranger or Travis, but instead the girls would’ve ran into a walker Sandra.

This version I DO have an intact, written chapter for and will upload it to read here! Feel free to compare the differences!

This actually came AFTER I’d written the version with Travis, because at the time I had no clue if I really wanted Travis to be a part of the story at that point, so parts of Travis’ role was given to Clem instead. But what made me change my mind was that I wanted to introduce the fact that Rachel did have an older brother, and it without Travis this fact wouldn’t be brought up until way later. Additionally, and most importantly, it made Clem look as if she had to baby Ray. Even though at this point in the story, they’re both 8-years-old, it kind of came across that Clem would have to treat Ray like she’d treat AJ in the future.

Sandra was going to live until Chapter 2

I mentioned this before but I’ll elaborate. Sandra was supposed to live until Chapter 2. She would’ve been bit, of course, and getting worse. Clem suggested that they should bring her inside where it was more comfortable, but Sandra would tell them that it’s too dangerous for them to leave the treehouse. Sandra would’ve then taken the trip back inside, saying she’ll call for help and if she didn’t return, do NOT come looking for her. She would then disappear inside and not come out.

Scrapped this idea before it was written because I couldn’t really build on it, but assume it ended up similar to the “No Travis” version of this chapter.

Rachel was initially going to start the apocalypse at her house + another pivotal character

So this is interesting, around me writing Chapter 8, I had an idea to change Chapter 1 (ik how dumb, right?). This version of Chapter 1 started pre-apocalypse, about a week before and was actually during Rachel’s birthday.

The chapter started with Ray & Clem talking to each other over the radio before a flash back started. Clem and Ray would’ve been on a bus coming from summer camp. They would’ve been looking over a scrapbook when their friend (who was ANOTHER pivotal character) Alfred would’ve sat with them. The three would’ve talked about camp for a bit before being interrupted by bullies sitting behind them. They would’ve picked on Alfred for being illiterate, mainly their leader William, who would’ve been holding out his hand with something written on it. Rachel would’ve grabbed his hand and spit in it before the three jump out the bus at their stop.

Sandra would’ve been there and picked them up. She’d ask them about camp and they’d each tell her something about camp that would’ve played important later on in the fanfic.

So they arrive at Clem’s house and Ray’s mother is outside. She hugs her and asks why she hadn’t left for Savannah yet. Mom says she wanted to hang out with her babies before heading to the coast and ushers the kids to the backyard where they see a surprise birthday party set up. The kids go off to play and the adults talk.

The adults present are Ed, Diana, Emily (Ray’s mother) and Hank (Alfred’s Father). It’s implied they’re all childhood friends, by the way. Hank points out that Ray’s father didn’t show up, to which Emily would’ve said he’s busy with out of town work. Hank would be critical of this before Diana intervened and drug him inside to work on the piñata. Emily then talks to Ed about it.

Inserting a time skip, Ray’s opening presents. Emily hands Ray a gift and she opens it. This is how she would’ve gotten her stuffed rabbit, Captain Yellowbear. The flashback would’ve ended with a camera flash and picked up with the start of Chapter 2, actually. The only difference being that Ray would’ve actually been home instead of at Clem’s. Travis would find her and Ray would say they have to go save Clem because she’s all alone. Then the scene where the girls would enter the house and run into Travis would’ve happened, only difference is Clem would’ve been alone and ran into Travis and Ray.

Wait… Who the hell is Alfred?

Ah… he’s…

You’re gonna laugh.

Remember during Episode 1 in the office of the pharmacy, Clem can mention she had a friend named Alfred with a peanut allergy?

…

That’s Alfred.

I wanted to add another canon character to the fray that Clem and Ray would know. That would’ve been Alfred, a kid they went to school with. He would’ve made an appearance in Episode 2.

Yes, he had a FULLY RENDERED & RIGGED MODEL. Actually, he had THREE different versions.

A COMPLETELY WRITTEN INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER.

The ONLY reason he was shelved was because HE was the character that made me believe I was making the world too small.

It’s the apocalypse, you’ll never know who you’ll run into.

But what are the ODDS that it happens that much? And with the amount of times people reunite in the story, it can only happen so many times before I and others assume the world is about the same size as Knox County from Project Zomboid, y’know?

Sorry, Al. You were too good for this world.

Convince me otherwise, and maybe not...?

The POV with Travis was added months after I’d already written Chapter 2

Just as the blurb says. That whole scene with Travis on the phone, and traveling to Ray’s house was added just around a month or so ago. There was a chunk that was unwritten about how exactly he got to Clem’s house but it dragged on and wasn’t important. I might actually write it as an Extra Chapter in the future because it was relatively interesting.

That’s all she wrote for now! I’ll be back for Chapter 3!

#twdg #fanfiction #the walking dead game #the walking dead telltale #telltale the walking dead #dotwd au

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thatdogmagic · 10 months

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cw: trypophobia

Good morning. Here is my and Ependa_'s entry for the back cover of Werewolves vs. Everything, which werewolves_vs is graciously allowing me to post ahead of time.

Characters on loan from other artists:

Rend: guttertongue Flyena: ascalaphid Eyerax: ewgrosskelly Leah: mes0melas

Thank you all again! You made a fucking enormous project a whooole lot easier.

Image quality is due to making the move to Glaze. I am more interested in poisoning the techboy well than I am in leaving my work looking nice and unartifacted.

Pretty version will be available when the Werewolves Versus issue goes live in August~

#werewolf #werewolves #vampires #eldritch #witch #ch: Phoebe #ch: Sandra #ch: Evelyn #ch: Nina #ch: Monica #guest ch: Lacey #guest ch: Leah #guest ch: Sophie #thatartmagic #trypophobia #cw: trypophobia

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girlsofthemcu · 1 year

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The Cassidy/ Frost Family ft. Emma Frost-Cassidy, Sean Cassidy, Theresa Cassidy, Callum Frost, Nathan Cassidy, and Sandra Cassidy.

#ch: emma #ch: theresa #ch: sandra #wanted opposite: sean cassidy #wanted opposite: nathan cassidy

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luckyshotwrites · 1 year

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Ch. 49 // I’ll Help Set Up, Regrettably // Day 42

Contents (Warnings): Lynette debates whether this was a good idea or not (vore mentions, slight teasing, mouth "play", and as always character/monster info).

Wordcount: 4,722 (Sorry it took a while to come out and if the quality suffered some. I had to retype it all and my right eye has been acting up so it's hard for me to focus fully when I'm typing without breaks. HOPE YOU ENJOY, THANK YOU! AND THERE WAS A 2 WEEK SKIP)

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(Added for Day 30)

At the end of our shift, before we got to leave.

Edgar brought Alexander and me back into his office.

He sat at the edge of his new desk. Alexander and I weren't required to take a seat, so we stood back respectively.

His red-violet hue did a deep once over like he took notes.

"Glad you both went through your punishments with grace." He held his hands together, satisfied.

We both soughed. Alexander was as relieved as I.

"You may resume your normal schedules starting Thursday." He continued removing his hat and undoing his bun. It let his long hair go. "And please, keep to the rules I set next time-"

Even though Edgar said it to both of us, he steadily hovered over Alexander more.

Did he do something? I asked in my head.

"You're dismissed, Alexander." Edgar said to him and glanced at me, "Lynette, I need you a moment more."

I stiffened up. Alexander didn't question it and left. I felt the antsiness return. Why am I staying behind? Should I be worried? Would Edgar do anything? We didn't talk much; he was usually busy in the back, so I knew little about him.

Edgar focused on me, a slight furrow to his brow, then held up a hand as he leaned off the table. "You're fine, Lynette. You're not in trouble."

He took a breath and brushed back his hair. Not a strand remained on his face, the opposite of Drake, who enjoyed having most of his hidden. "I should have had this talk with you before, but better now than not at all."

He tapped his finger on his desk, "I did not expect you to stay, let alone put in the effort to keep up your promise when you were hired."

He lifted his finger, "I certainly will not stop you if you continue working here. I'd invite it as many others here need more positive interactions with humans."

I felt the intense narrow, almost like he put pressure on my chest. "And if they break any of the rules I have in place. TELL ME. Because if Sandra, Tristan, or I do not catch something for some reason, you could be in danger." He held his hand to clarify, "they are in place for a reason, not that I have doubts about those I hired. This is a warning, in case."

He really cares, doesn't he? At least he sounds like he does.

I nodded. "I will."

The pressure Edgar had on me released, "good. Or you'll have more to worry about in the future, which you don't need for your goal." He held up a hand to me. "And thank you for continuing to work with us, Lynette. If you ever need anything, don't be afraid to ask."

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(Oct. 31st, Monday)

We had Halloween off as a Holiday.

Drake: Hey, if any of you going to the party can come a bit earlier, around 9:00p.m., to set up, that'd be cool. 1:30 p.m.

Alexander: Sure. 1:30 p.m.

Zilla: I'd have to escape Zane first. 1:31 p.m.

Viola: After I help the triplets. 1:33 p.m.

Lev: I have a date around then, but I'll be there if it ends a little earlier than expected. 1:34 p.m.

June: 😿I want to help, but I also got to help Elliot. 1:36 p.m.

Tila: What happened to Elliot? 1:36 p.m.

Tila: And Drake, I am on a hunt today for a rare spindle Lim, and I refuse to give up until I find the darn creature. It's bound to give me more answers about the Arachne. 1:37 p.m.

June: (sent a picture of a room full of pillows). 1:37 p.m.

Drake: Good luck, Tila and Pillows? 1:38 p.m.

June: He wants me to help get rid of some, and I think he's here somewhere in them. 1:40 p.m.

I glanced back at the empty spot for the flat screen and consoles. Wicks didn't tell me how he broke them, but it wasn't there when I got home last night. He ordered new ones, and they'd be in by tomorrow. I can't play games tonight. Wicks told me he would be busy all night and into Tuesday, so I'd be alone with no candy to give. Not that I wasn't grateful for a chance to relax, given what's been going on since I won the dart game.

I groaned aloud and fell back on the couch, my phone arm covering my eyes. Lev took it like a challenge, and now all of his games consist of things HE KNOWS I won't be good at, and Alexander either gets so competitive with mine that he ends up somehow beating me at it. OR he picks ones that, much like Lev, knows I wouldn't be good at.

When I cried out, my apartment took the voice into its empty void.

Drake's the only one that picks fair games. It made me pull up my phone again. I had it hovering over my face, and I reread the replies and the new messages.

If I go, I have to deal with all of them...they can't do anything to me. This is my chance to get more information on them. I thought back to the festival. They talked "normal" when we were there.

I then scrolled back up to Drake's original message. Do I want to be there with the main problem, Alexander? I didn't feel much difference between us; I still didn't understand anything about him. Not that I know Lev, either. Or Zilla, or Drake, or-

Claudia was gone again for the next two weeks due to "family" reasons. It's the reason I hadn't been a tiny yet. I let my chest heave and expel all my breath. Drake was one of the nicest night crew people. I want to preserve that...

Lynette: I can help set up if you can send me your address. 1:51 p.m.

June: YAY! NOW I REALLY WANT TO GO! I GOTTA SEE MY BUDDY! 🤗 1:52 p.m.

Drake: Address - **** 1:53 p.m.

Lev: Oh, Lynette~ Going to a monster party is odd for someone who doesn't like being a snack. 1:53 p.m.

Alexander: ^ 1:53 p.m.

I sat up, "wait. It's not just everyone from work? How many are going to be there?!" I squeaked out. "Ah-why did I-"

"Why am I so DUMB!" I put my hands in my hair and frizzed it up. WHY DON'T I THINK ABOUT THESE THINGS. I let my hair furrow up. I'M SUPPOSED TO THINK ABOUT THESE THINGS!

I dropped my phone on the cushion. I can't just say, never mind. My head fell forward. It allowed the giant puff ball of hair I created to fall over my face. I reached out for one of our white throw pillows and screamed into it for thirty seconds. I let it fall from my hands and bounce onto the floor.

I looked at Wicks's door and chuckled, "Wicks, did you know monsters exist, and I'm working with them? I decided it'd be a good idea to stay involved with them when they care little about me-" I tipped forward and rested my chin on the back end of the couch, still looking at his closed door. He wasn't even home.

It was almost two months. It felt like I had been there longer with the chaos I'd experienced. I jokingly shook my fist and shouted, "CURSE YOU EDGAR, WHY DID YOU OFFER ME SO MUCH MONEY!"

My tone came out defeated. "I still want to believe I'm going to make it through the year."

…

Any of the cute costumes were sultry, too much for my taste. I didn't like the vulnerable feeling brought upon me by them. Even wearing a bathing suit at the beach felt too much.

And the other ones, those that were scary, didn't cut it for me either. I feared I'd look in a mirror and frighten myself with them.

After concluding shopping for a costume on Halloween was a bust, I called Wicks. I knew we had our costumes from last year packed away. I figured he hid them in his room, and I respected his privacy too much to invade without his permission. I texted him when he didn't answer the two times I called.

He finally messaged back near eight o'clock to say he was safe and loved me very much. I guess that's a no.

I dressed in my best Halloween throw-over, a spooky dark violet-purple one, then picked my cute golden trim, baby blue skirt, and thigh-high black pumpkin socks with some rainboots since they were almost orange. Yellow's close enough, right?

I tapped in my boots and checked over my room. I had time to clean it today, so everything was nice and neat for me to crash into later. I even had my lamb Pj's from my mom sitting on top. I left the apartment after and went to my car.

Drake said I didn't need to pick up anything. It'll be a straight shot there. I got my GPS ready and started my drive over. We lived near the edge of the small city while Drake lived out of it. It became more apparent as I started to see the lines of trees. There isn't much around, is there? My anxiety burrowed deeper inside me. It'll be fine. They won't do anything. The little reminder pinged in my head. My coworkers are just some of the ones attending. There would be other people...monsters too. My fingers tightened around the wheel as I could see the gates in the distance.

Wicks won't even know. I couldn't give him Drake's address out of fear that he'd leave work early and want to head over. I slowed down my bug and turned inside as the gate was wide open. I drove up the stretch of road to the beautiful building. Its architecture reminded me of those old victorian homes, gargoyles, and everything. Though, it looked restored as none of the paint was chipped, and there weren't vines hanging from it as they would in vampire movies. Once I pulled up to the huge double doors, I realized no other cars were around. Not even Xander's. I brought out my phone and took a breath. Sorry, I wanted to drive away now and say I didn't know anyone was home. For some dumb reason, my own obligations wouldn't let me.

I called Drake.

“Hey, Lynette, what’s up?”

“Uh-I’m here…where should I park?"

"Right!" Drake said. He sounded rushed. "If you're at the front door, keep heading straight and turn into the garage when you arrive. I'll have it open. Sorry, I didn't realize the time."

"You're okay, thank you." I hung up.

I did as he said and saw the familiar garage with its door open. It had a few cars inside, including Drakes, Alexanders, and two others I didn't recognize. I parked in the closest empty space. When I got out and locked my car, I saw they could fit at least five more cars inside.

"Hey, Lynette," Drake's voice echoed around us. It looked like an empty luxury storefront with excellent tile and lights above. I could barely take it in, let alone when I was tiny. You really live like this, and YOU work at a pizzeria?!

I bowed my head, "you look cool." I finally noticed his black and red samurai outfit, which looked like natural silk. Though, what perplexed me the most was his ponytail. Drake's hair wasn't long enough, especially with his bangs still over his face. It would have been funny if you had that red and black cape and fake teeth.

His fangs weren't that noticeable if I didn't pay attention. The only time I really saw them was when he yawned. He didn't expose as he rarely showed more than concern or confusion on his face.

"Thanks..." He pointed down to my boots, then back up, "and you are a-"

"I couldn't buy a costume! They didn't have any good ones left!" I exclaimed. I expected him or Alexander to make a sly comment about it. He brought me a slight ease.

He turned around and ushered me to follow him to the entrance into the house from the garage. "Well, it fits the theme."

I followed him up the few stairs and looked over the hanging decorations. Most of them seemed hung, cobwebs, giant spiders, a bunch of kabuki masks? And a plethora of lights as well as the walls, looked smeared with glow paint in different ghost and pumpkin shapes. The few statues and paintings were moved out of the room and replaced with tables and chairs leading up to the ballroom at the center, halfway up the stairs.

"It looks like you already got a lot done," I commented.

He scratched the back of his head, "Wenna told me she'd take forever helping Viola out yesterday with the triplets, but Viola sent her off after she got a better handle on them." Drake walked me near a few tables off to the side. They had a bubble like films over them. What's that? I popped one as we passed, and it wobbled but didn't pop. It felt warm.

Drake continued, "so there isn't much left to get done. I should have texted you, but Alexander and I started talking about the new crying kingdom game.

We went off to the side near a hall on the left side, under the stairs. He pressed open the giant silver double doors, "the only thing we need help with now is-" He lifted his hand and put it in front of me. I stopped walking as the giant leg swung in front of me.

"Careful," Alexander's voice came from above.

I peered up only to stumble back, seeing his stomach. He ate someone.

I let my eyes wander around the room instead of on Alexander even after he moved behind the giant countertop. I heard him clank down a few trays.

"Cooking," Drake finished. It pulled my attention to him and away from the giant half of the kitchen. "You're not hiding it, Alexander?"

"It's not like everyone here doesn't know what I eat." He said.

I flinched when he said that.

Drake exhaled, "well, this is the last thing we need help with, Lynette." Drake gestured up to the counter. It was bigger than us both. The counter perfect for our height was empty.

I glanced up as Drake walked me closer. I could see Alexander's eyes glowing past his glasses and the irritation nestled between his brows.

I refused to look over more than his face and hair but noticed he had a similar samurai outfit as Drake except for white and gold. And I was confident they were both wearing fake ponytails because Alexander had one too, and his hair was too short.

"Are you done making all of them?"

Alexander groaned, nodding, "all I have is the energy transfer left."

Drake's head turned to me, "maybe Lynette can help-"

"DRAKE!!~" A familiar female's voice broke into the kitchen. I saw the black-haired girl with a youthful appearance. She gave a flashy toothy grin from beyond the silver door she clung to. "LYNETTE! Nice to see you again, and you're normal height too!!" She gave a cheer like a mother at a soccer game.

I gave a small wave, "hi, Wenna."

She popped her attention back to Drake, "and-hey, do you mind calling my phone? I have no idea where I left it, and I need to be sure Angela has the right address!"

Drake pulled out his phone, "I'll help you call it." He said as he looked back at both of us, responsibly, and said, "be nice, and have her help you if she can."

I wanted to follow Drake, but he left in a rush. My whole body felt tense, and I stared at the double door. I would love to go on a phone hunt. It might be high up if she was putting up those decorations. I saw something move out of the corner of my eye and threw myself to face it. I couldn't back up fast enough. He got my arm and yanked me closer before encompassing my waist in his hand.

"XANDer!" I squeaked out. I was forced to look over his body as he put me on the counter in front of him near one of the massive baking trays. The counter was more than waist height to him, so at least I didn't have to look at his abdomen directly.

"Stop it. You might fall." He growled. He sat me to the side of him.

"You grabbed me out of nowhere. What am I supposed to do!" I argued quietly.

He came closer, "just roll up your sleeve and give me your arm." He held his giant hand out.

"W-why?" I kept both of them fastened to my chest.

"I need to touch you physically to take your energy like this." He grumbled.

I did as he asked and gave him my arm. His hand overtook it and nearly part of my elbow. He was smaller than the others, yet he was still a giant to me.

His eyes stared at their fluorescent glow again, and he held his other hand over the treats. They were pumpkin-shaped cakes that flickered with the energy he pumped into them, or at least I saw one of them do that.

"What are you even supposed to be?"

"Don't you start too," I felt more at ease with his question. "I'm not wearing a costume."

He watched over the treats and didn't look at me, "you really can't dress yourself, can you?"

And you can't be pleasant. I said in my head. I wouldn't dare say that to his face, especially like this.

After another minute and one more pumpkin out of the 300 on the counter sparked, he groaned.

"What?" I asked.

"This is going to take forever." He tilted his head away in thought. He then faced me, "you want me to make this faster?"

"If you can do that, yes...?" I muttered. The less time I spend near you right now, the better. He tugged my arm, which caught my attention; it was gentle but sudden. I steered my head toward his parted lips that moved in on my arm. "That's not-"

He trapped my hand between them faster than I could close my fist. His teeth lightly kept my wrist in place while his lips hid it. I cried out when his tongue cradled my hand.

"STOP!" I twisted my arm to no avail, though he did release my hand from his maw.

"I'm not going to eat you, doofus." He said and followed it up, almost mockingly, with a swallow.

I didn't even want to close my dripping hand. I couldn't pull it back either, as Alexander kept my forearm secure.

"Then what were you doing!?"

"If I have direct contact, I can take your energy faster."

I pointed at the arm he held, "you're already touching me!"

"Direct contact in my body." He motioned to himself, "I already told you before. I'm not a full magus. I'm slow at taking energy like this." He moved the hand that held my arm more before he rested his other hand on his stomach. "And my current meal doesn't have the same output as you."

Current meal? That's a person. I pressed at his fingers that held my arm. "I don't want any part of me near you. This arm holding is more than enough."

"Fine, we'll stay here for the hour."

He didn't clean my hand.

"You're overexaggerating."

"I'm not." Alexander uttered, "I don't see what the big deal is. I'm not eating you."

"What do you mean?! You wouldn't want anyone putting your hand in their mouth, would you?"

He rolled his eyes, "hell no."

"Then why would I!"

Alexander's gaze fell back onto my hand like he didn't take in a single word I said.

"Xander!"

"I heard you," he groaned. He started up the process again.

I don't want to sit here for an hour, listen to you, or look- "Is there really no other way you can do this faster?"

"If there was, I'd do it," Alexander said.

I glanced back at the baking pans on the giant counter. I already saw more of them out there. So has Alexander been doing this the whole time?... I regret coming early. I didn't think I'd help in this way. I wanted to get it done. That's not a good idea, Lynette. I know what will happen.

I muttered under my breath, "how long would it take?"

He perked up, "about two minutes. Are you considering it?!" He sounded like a kid at Christmas.

YOU'RE SO WEIRD. I kept that in my head. "You're lying to me; how is it that much of a time difference?"

"I wouldn't lie about something that stupid," Alexander replied, offended.

He sounds serious, but will I let him do that? He awaited my answer. I don't want to. What if he decides to eat me? What if he takes more of my arm? What if he holds me there longer, he knows I can't fight him. I didn't want to trust him with any part of me, let alone in his mouth. I knew what he did. I also don't want to be up here. The faster I'm on the ground and moving around, the better. I subtly shifted on the marble countertop and enjoyed the small freedom my legs had dangling over it.

I spoke with my head still turned away, "A minute, that's it, then I want to be put down."

He didn't respond with words. Again, he got my hand in his mouth, and I felt his body shutter. Though, what immediately caught my attention was the push of his soft tongue and the sound. He had to be close because of our height difference, so I clearly heard the gulp of him swallowing the excess flavored drool back.

"Don't do that!" I pleaded as he got to work again with his free hand. It didn't seem like he was listening, and I regretted not getting out my phone right away to time it.

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Alexander

He knew eating a human before coming here was a good idea. He might have tried to eat Lynette the second he picked her up if he didn’t.

And his body relaxed as he got her hand inside his mouth a second time. He felt her squirm, and her fingers unintentionally stroke his tongue. I want more. He swallowed and heard her yelp further. Why do you taste like this?!

His body urged him to eat her even though he already had another meal inside him. I could put cloaks on both of them and put her inside too. He liked the idea, but another thought popped into his head too. Work. He exhaled through his nose and did his best to transfer the energy she gave him.

Her constant movement distracted him. It reminded him that he had never done this before. He always ate someone if he got them anywhere near his mouth.

It was nice to taste her, but he hated doing this. It was a teasing torture for him to have her and not satisfy his craving.

It slowly became too much. Alexander’s stomach clenched, and it begged for more.

“CHASE!”

It knocked him out of thought. He let Lynette's arm go and opened his lips enough for her hand to slip through his teeth.

She studied it and whined. “Why are you like this?!”

“Could say the same about you.” He grumbled and cleaned it off with his magic. “And it’s fine, Drake, the pastries are done.” He looked at them with surprise. How did I overcharge them that mu- His hand came up immediately as she tipped forward. He caught her and leaned forward, so she rested on his bicep.

He scanned over her, not realizing how fast he had drained from her.

She pushed lightly and croaked, “why a-are you-”

“Shut up,” Alexander told her. She’s dazed.

Drake came to his side with his sister, "put her down here."

He complied, “she let me. You can't be mad." Alexander slowly lowered her down, and he handed her over to Wenna.

She needs rest.” Alexander said as he handed her off to Wenna.

She got Lynette in her arms, "let's get ya to bed, okay?"

After they left, Drake glared at Alexander.

The glasses-clad male started to put the treats in their own bowls. “The shrimp offered.”

“AND you took it knowing-” Drake pursed his lips. I know. I thought it would be fine. I ate... He felt a lot better now that she wasn't in the room. His hand slipped to his filled abdomen.

Drake sighed, "glad there done. After you finish that, help me make seals over our bedroom doors, please.”

“Yeah.”

...

Lynette

My mind took in nothing on the way up to her room. It took me a minute to realize she even put me on her bed.

"Alexander really drained you, didn't he?" She had a really soft, sweet voice. It reminded me of Viola.

"I think I was too panicked to notice at first," I said. I didn't feel on edge near Wenna, even if she was a vampire or vampire beast.

I saw her look back and study me. She looked over my clothes, at least I assumed, and then jumped up from the normal-sized king mattress. "Drake told me you couldn't get a costume, so what better time to offer you one than now." She stood over me and grabbed my arms.

I flinched as she pulled me into a sitting position. I wobbled and kept myself steady when she let go of my wrists.

"We look about the same body-wise, so you'll fit into anything I have. Let me get you some to choose from." She slightly squealed, "you'll be super cute!"

"You don't-" She ran to the walk-in closet across from her bed. It was the size of another room. I saw her disappear to a farther section and sighed. I kept my hands on the soft fabric of her cherry red comforter. Around her room were a lot of trophies and trinkets, a bookshelf, giant vanity, and nothing else too out of the ordinary.

I felt better after shutting my eyes for a few minutes. Wenna's tweet tickled my ears.

"Brought you a few of my favorites."

She laid them out on the bed beside me. Each one was as revealing as the next. A nurse, a cat, a lot of the classics. The only one that looked good out of all of them was a cheerleader outfit that looked like it was from sucker chainsaw, yet it was still WAY too showy.

"Oh-uh-" The happy look on her face kept me from telling her. Wenna, I'm sorry. I can't wear any of these.

Her violet-red softened, "you don't like any of them, do you?"

I shook my head, "it's not that I don't like them. I-they're not my style...do you have anything..." I felt bad for asking. "Any costumes that don't show too much skin?"

I hoped I didn't offend her. She put a hand up to her chin and hummed. "Hmm. Well-" She gave a soft laugh. "It is silly and a little old, but it should fit you. Hold on!"

She got all of them in her hands again and ran back to her closet, holding the clothes.

She came out with the costume. "It'll make it easy to spot ya." She said as she brought the shimmering suit to me. It looked like it would fit regardless of its smaller size. It's orange and cute... I thought to myself. I didn't want to wear it either.

"This is the only one like this that you have?"

"Mhm." She placed it down in my lap. It was long.

The giant googly eyes rested and looked up at me. I pet my hand along the scales and sighed.

"Okay, thank you, Wenna...I guess I'll be a giant fish."

...

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“alright. you have five minutes to say what you need to say.”

the Captain’s sudden statement took the bridge crew by surprise. not that they hadn’t established a pattern of inviting openness and consensus in the past, but because the bridge had been unusally silent save for the usual processing sounds of the consoles that filled the bridge.

but then again, today was an unusual day.

Captain Wexx knew this. They didn’t have to use their Betazoid senses to sense the mix of uncertainty, anxiety, and barely restrained animosity at the big change that was a transport, a corridor walk, and a turbolift ride away.

“come on. out with it. before i start perusing your thoughts myself.” Wexx said with a slight smile as the silence continued.

after a few more beats. Lieutenant Commander V’kel spoke up from the Science station to the right of the Captain, “Perhaps it is only logical to allow the crew to process their emotions privately since any publicly stated misgivings could make their way to our new officer.”

to her left at Tactical, Lieutenant jg Sandra Harrison snorted and said, “Easy for you to say. You won’t be his subordinate.”

V’Kel cocked her eyebrow and said, “The chain of command still applies despite the emotions of the crew. It is up to you to govern your emotions on your own.”

sensing a potential conflict stirring, and also wanting to get Harrison out from the scrutiny of the Vulcan thought processes, Commander Rej Vylwin spoke up from the back of the bridge and said, “While it is true that the chain of command doesn’t change with the inclusion of a new officer. This isn’t a typical new posting. many people grew up with tales of the war and the time it took for Starfleet to rebuild again while dealing with so many other crises.”

Wexx nodded their head and said, “i was a cadet at the time. we lost half of my class when we were rushed into active duty. Rej and V’kel, you were just a few years after me. that was a difficult time for starfleet because that war wasn’t all that was going on.”

V’kel nodded and said, “indeed. the sequence of galactic events during that time was unprecedented. but our new officer is also unprecedented. we must allow this change to transpire as smoothly as possibly to ensure the peace and the healing continues.”

Commander Rej looked towards the front Conn and Operations stations and the officers who had thus far been silent. “Lieutenant Level? Lieutenant Commander Dzirz?”

Drirz, the Xindi-Insectoid at OPS started to speak, his chirps captured and translated by the personalized Universal Translation device attached to the other side of his uniform collar, “the Xindi are a people of history. in some ways, we are all here today because of the foolishness of my ancestors and their misguided quest to eradicate Earth. the Federation may have arose naturally by other means, my people’s attempt to destroy earth accelerated the interconnection between the first species that formed the earliest Coalition between worlds in your region of space.”

Harrison crossed her arms and said, “Very poetic. But that was hundreds of years ago. There’s been time enough for those wounds to heal. And time for the multiple species of the Xindi to prove their fidelity to the Federation, and their commitment to galactic peace. i doubt that any of the Xindi could have joined the fledgling Starfleet anytime close to the probe attack on Florida.”

Drirz look downward and replied, “That is a fair point. It wasn’t for a long time that we could approach Starfleet. And that time included much internal work to heal the schism amongst my people.”

Commander Rej stepped from the back of the bridge and sat is his chair next to the Captain, “Look, nobody said this would be easy. Try living at the mouth of the Celestial— i mean, the wormhole. It was the war that shifted me from the Bajoran Militia to Starfleet. I couldn’t just stay on ground security when people were dying among distant stars to save my home. Kosst, ALL our homes.”

a soft chuckle came from the helm and from the last person who had yet to speak up. and although her emotions were as clear as glass to Captain Wexx, they knew that Lieutenant Level would speak about this when she was ready.

“Speaking as another member of the “former enemy of the Federation” club, i wonder why you’ve allowed people like me to be comfortable.”

there was a moment of silence after Level had finally spoken that was full of solemnity and uncertainty. she continued, “My leaders were a part of the problem. Dukat. Damar. the warlords of Legates that sat in high places. and then they led us right to our doom. millions dead on that final day of the War. including my mom, who died giving birth to me because the Lekarian City medical center had been incinerated with the rest of the city. by—“

her soft spoken words were interrupted by an alert from the OPS console. Drirz swiveled around and silenced the alert as he said, “transport has just happened. he’s here.”

a wave of apprehension swept over the room. everyone seemed to turn and return to their work. looking over at Rej, who merely shrugged, Wexx finally tried to find the words to resolve the uneasy conversation that had just happened.

Finally, they said, “Service to Starfleet is a gift; one that many of us have freely accepted. But it is not safe. Nor is it easy. It is a commitment to the highest ideals and aspirations of all of our species. Whether we are Betazoid. Bajoran. Vulcan. Human. Xindi. Cardassian. Or whichever new civilization takes its first steps towards shared exploration. Even when that civilization was once our sworn enemy.”

Wexx felt the emotions in the room begin to calm as they continued, “This is the U.S.S. Waymaker. A Pathfinder-Class Exploratory ship. And we are moments away from having to live up to our name. When those doors open and our new Tactical and Security Officer steps onto the bridge, we will all have to make a way through whatever we might be feeling. Our duty to each other, ourselves, and to him, is to find a path forward. Together. Because we are Starfleet. We work for the brightest outcomes as we make our way through this universe.”

As if on cue, the turbolift doors opened, and a pair of heavy footfalls sounded as the new officer stepped onto the bridge.

although the intensity of the moment was almost overwhelming for the Betazoid, but Wexx focused all of their attention on this new crewmember and said, “Welcome to the bridge, Lieutenant.”

The Jem’Hadar Lieutenant stood at attention and said, “Lieutenant Ixat’ikan reporting as ordered…

…Service is life.”

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Books of 2023

Book 30 of 2023

Title: To the Limit: An Air Cav Huey Pilot in Vietnam Authors: Tom A. Johnson ISBN: 9780451222183 Tags: AC-47 Spooky, B-52 Stratofortress, CH-47 Chinook, CH-54 Tarhe, EOD, LAO Laos, LAO Laotian Civil War (1959-1975), LAO Operation Commando Hunt (1968-1972) (Laotian Civil War) (Vietnam War), LAO Operation Shining Brass / Prairie Fire / Phu Dong (1965-1975) (Laotian Civil War) (Vietnam War), O-1 Bird Dog, OH-13 Sioux, OH-23 Raven, OV-1 Mohawk, Pathfinders, UH-1 Huey, US Secretary of Defense Robert McNamara, US USA 11th Aviation Group, US USA 11th Aviation Support Group, US USA 12th Cavalry Regiment, US USA 12th Cavalry Regiment - 2/12, US USA 15th Medical Det. - Mercy, US USA 173rd Airborne Brigade - Sky Soldiers, US USA 1st Cavalry Division, US USA 1st Cavalry Division - 11th Pathfinder Co., US USA 20th Aerial Rocket Artillery Bn, US USA 20th Aerial Rocket Artillery Bn - 2/20 - Blue Max, US USA 227th Assault Helicopter Bn, US USA 227th Assault Helicopter Bn - C/227, US USA 228th Assault Helicopter Bn, US USA 229th Assault Helicopter Bn, US USA 229th Assault Helicopter Bn - A/229 - Bandit, US USA 229th Assault Helicopter Bn - A/229 - Python, US USA 229th Assault Helicopter Bn - B/229 - Preachers, US USA 229th Assault Helicopter Bn - D/229 - Smiling Tiger, US USA 229th Assault Helicopter Bn - D/229 - Tom Cat, US USA 478th Aviation Co, US USA 7th Cavalry Regiment, US USA 7th Cavalry Regiment - 1/7 - C Troop, US USA 7th Cavalry Regiment - 2/7, US USA 8th Cavalry Regiment, US USA 8th Cavalry Regiment - 1/8, US USA 8th Cavalry Regiment - 1/8 - B Troop, US USA 8th Cavalry Regiment - 1/8 - C Troop, US USA 8th Cavalry Regiment - 2/8, US USA 8th Engineer Bn, US USA 9th Cavalry Regiment, US USA 9th Cavalry Regiment - 1/9, US USA 9th Cavalry Regiment - 1/9 - C Troop, US USA Fort Polk LA, US USA Fort Rucker AL, US USA Fort Rucker AL - Hanchey Army Air Field, US USA Fort Wolters TX (1963-1973), US USA General Creighton Abrams, US USA General John "Jack" Norton, US USA General John Tolson, US USA LRRP Team (Vietnam War), US USA United States Army, US USA USSF Green Berets, US USA USSF Special Forces, US USMC 3rd MarDiv, US USMC United States Marine Corps, US USN Construction Battalions (Seabees), US USN SEALS, US USN United States Navy, USA 5th SFG, VNM 1968 Tet Offensive (1968) (Vietnam War), VNM A Louie Airstrip, VNM A Shau Valley, VNM An Khe, VNM An Lao Valley, VNM Ba To Airstrip, VNM Battle of Hue City (1968) (Tet Offensive) (Vietnam War), VNM Battle of Khe Sanh (1968) (Tet Offensive) (Vietnam War), VNM Bong Son, VNM Bong Son Pass, VNM Bong Son River, VNM Camp Evans (Vietnam War), VNM Camp Radcliff (Vietnam War), VNM Cay Giep Mountains, VNM Central Highlands, VNM Command and Control North/FOB-4 (Vietnam War), VNM Da Nang, VNM Dak To, VNM Dam Tra-O Lake, VNM Dia Dong, VNM Dong Ha, VNM DRV NVA 22nd Regiment, VNM DRV NVA 325C Division, VNM DRV NVA 325C Division - 7th Bn, VNM DRV NVA 325C Division - 9th Bn, VNM DRV NVA 3rd Division, VNM DRV NVA North Vietnamese Army, VNM DRV VC Viet Cong, VNM Highway 1, VNM Highway 19, VNM Hill 450, VNM Hill 814 (LZ Peanuts) (Vietnam War), VNM Ho Chi Minh Trail (Vietnam War), VNM Hon Kon (Hong Kong Mountain) / (Signal Mountain), VNM Hue, VNM Hue Phu Bai, VNM I Corps (Vietnam War), VNM II Corps (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Bird (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Dog (Vietnam War), VNM LZ El Paso (Vietnam War), VNM LZ English (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Geronimo (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Laramie (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Pat (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Pepper (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Sally (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Sandra (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Sharon (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Signal Hill (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Stud (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Thor (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Tiger (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Tom (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Two Bits (Vietnam War), VNM LZ Vicki (Vietnam War), VNM Marble Mountain, VNM Nui Mot (The Rockpile), VNM Operation Arc Light (1965-1973) (Vietnam War), VNM Operation Delaware / Lam Son 216 (1968) (Vietnam War), VNM Operation Jeb Stuart (1968) (Vietnam War), VNM Operation Pegasus / Lam Son 207 (1968) (Vietnam War), VNM Operation Pershing (1967-1968) (Vietnam War), VNM Phan Rang Air Base, VNM Phu Cat Mountains, VNM Quang Tri, VNM Quang Tri Province, VNM Qui Nhon, VNM RVN ARVN Army of the Republic of Vietnam, VNM Song Ba, VNM Song Chal Truc, VNM Song Re, VNM Song Re Valley, VNM Tam Quan, VNM US MACV Military Assistance Command Vietnam (Vietnam War), VNM US MACVSOG (1964-1972) (Vietnam War), VNM US UH-1 Huey Firefly Missions (Vietnam War), VNM US USAF Phu Cat Air Base (Vietnam War), VNM US USMC DHCB Dong Ha Combat Base (Vietnam War), VNM US USMC KSCB Khe Sanh Combat Base (Vietnam War), VNM US USMC MMAF Marble Mountain Air Facility, VNM US USMC QTCB Quang Tri Combat Base (Vietnam War), VNM Vietnam, VNM Vietnam War (1955-1975) Rating: ★★★★ (4 Stars) Subject: Books.Military.20th-21st Century.Asia.Vietnam War.Aviation.US Army.Helos.Slicks, Books.Military.20th-21st Century.Asia.Vietnam War.Laotian Civil War.Aviation.Helos

Description: **The riveting memoir of a Vietnam War helicopter pilot. “When you step into a Huey with Tom Johnson, you’re in for the real thing. No one has previously captured the Vietnam helicopter experience with such gripping authority.”—Robert F. Dorr, author of Chopper ** From June 1967 to June 1968, Tom Johnson accumulated an astonishing 1,600 flying hours piloting the UH-1 “Iroquois”—better known as the “Huey”—as part of the famous First Air Cavalry Division. His battalion was one of the most decorated units of the Vietnam War, and helped redefine modern warfare. Johnson’s riveting memoir takes us into key battles and rescue missions, including those for Hue and Khe Sanh. In harrowing detail, he tells of being shot down in the battle of A Shau Valley, of surviving enemy attacks during the Tet Offensive, and of a death-defying nighttime river rescue, in which only the bare feet of soldiers hanging off the Huey’s skids kept the helicopter from plunging under water. From dangerous missions to narrow escapes, Johnson’s memoir vividly captures the adrenaline rush and the horror of war, and takes you on a ride you’ll never forget.

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